I Regret The Kindness I Gave You (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Merche.
His voice calling her name sounded as if it came from right beside her.
Though Lud moved only his lips without a sound, Merche alone knew he was calling out to her.
“My son! You truly are my son!”
Genovefa roared joyfully, pulling Lud tightly into his embrace.
He seemed like any father overwhelmed with happiness, unable to contain his emotions—but Merche saw through the hidden intent beneath his act.
Lud possessed power.
Power so extraordinary it dwarfed even Merche’s own, perhaps even surpassing Genovefa’s in its full bloom.
The moment Genovefa confirmed this, he had already made his ruthless decision:
to abandon Merche and utterly isolate her within this estate.
That dramatic cry was clearly meant for everyone in the mansion to hear—
that Lud was his blood, the rightful heir, and Merche, merely a collateral branch, could never threaten that position.
Thus, no one in the mansion should ever lend Merche their support. Beneath the mask of a father overjoyed at reclaiming his son, Genovefa had declared it.
“True son of mine.” In truth, those words alone were enough to cast aside the now-useless branch.
Merche slowly closed her eyes and then opened them again.
“Karin, tell the Head that I request a private audience.”
Genovefa would move to dispose of her.
She had to strike a deal with him first—even if it meant revealing every card she held.
As night drew near, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
By the time the delicate raindrops had grown into sharp, insistent streams, Genovefa had accepted Merche’s request for a private meeting.
Seated deep within his study, Genovefa sipped a richly fragrant southern Letus wine.
“Care for a glass?”
“No, thank you. I’m fine.”
“The Letus grapes are at their sweetest this season. What a shame you won’t share the same taste. Well then, sit.”
Despite his words, his hand firmly pushed away an overturned glass—as if he’d known all along she’d refuse.
When Merche took her seat opposite him, Genovefa set down his half-finished wine and leaned forward.
“I assume you’re aware of what happened in the estate today. But don’t fret so soon. I won’t cast you out immediately. After all, even if he is my son, I can’t name him heir unless he proves more capable than you.”
Was that really so?
Right after Lud appeared in the estate, knights had lined up before Merche’s chamber door.
Though claimed as protection, the reason was obvious to everyone—even the passing maidservants knew.
The Head had ordered them to watch Merche.
Had Merche simply waited quietly without requesting this audience, Genovefa would have kept her locked away indefinitely, then quietly disposed of her body.
He would have thrown it deep into the sea, where no one could ever find it.
“Lord Lud was imprisoned as a slave in the arena.
I rescued him from the iron bars where he awaited death, sheltered him, and treated his wounds.”
To keep that grim fate from swallowing her, she cut straight to the point.
At once, Genovefa’s violet eyes, which had been bright, darkened deeply.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“If you find it hard to believe, send someone to verify it yourself—or ask Lord Lud directly.”
“…You say you saved Lud. My son.”
How could he possibly confirm the truth of such an absurd claim?
While Genovefa remained silent, weighing his options, Merche spoke again.
“Do you remember what you said to me when I first set foot in this estate?”
—Merche. This is a bargain. If you diligently undergo training to become heir and successfully pass every trial, I shall allow your younger sibling to live out their natural life. And should you one day ascend to the position of Head, I may even restore your sibling’s sight.
It was the very promise he had made, gripping the arm of a young, naive Merche.
Genovefa easily recalled that aged memory and gave a slight nod, signaling her to continue.
“This time, I propose a deal to you, Head. Since I saved your son from the brink of death, guarantee the lives of both my sibling and myself.”
“…And what would I gain from this bargain?”
“Haven’t you already gained it? A worthy heir to rival even yourself.”
“You forced him upon me without my asking. I never demanded you save my son.”
“Yet the fact remains: I fulfilled your deepest wish. Are you not the one who values the revival of House Lupinus above your own life?”
Genovefa fell silent, unable to retort further.
He could not utter falsehoods when his family’s honor stood before him.
This unripe girl had seized that truth and thrust it straight into his weakness.
Dared she—the child he had fed and raised all this time.
He had always known Merche stood out as unusually clever.
She possessed a calculating nature he himself had come to respect.
After all, hadn’t she once hidden her younger sibling from him?
When he killed Merche’s parents, he deliberately spared her young sibling—
to use as a hostage, ensuring Merche remained under his control.
—I’m sorry, Head. We failed to locate the target.
But before he could find them, Merche had already acted first. It was astonishing.
She had concealed her sibling so thoroughly that even the master of Lupinus couldn’t find them.
At the time, he had been satisfied—convinced at least her mind wouldn’t disappoint him.
Now, that same sharp intellect that once pleased him had become a thorn in his side.
Genovefa exhaled sharply, propped his chin in his hand, and narrowed his eyes.
“Fine. If everything you’ve said is true, I’ll accept your bargain. But if even a single word is false, I’ll throw you alive to the wolves.”
“Thank you.”
“Until I complete my verification, you’re confined to quarters. Await my command—do not leave the estate.”
Merche rose without adding another word.
She bowed politely once more, but Genovefa, his business concluded, didn’t even glance her way—already lifting his wineglass again.
After Merche departed, a loyal subordinate emerged from the shadows at Genovefa’s silent gesture.
“Investigate the midwife and maids who attended Elizabeth’s childbirth. Render them incapable, but bring them to me alive.”
“Yes.”
“And… bring me Greta Martin.”
To pass off a living child as a dead one required the cooperation of those present at birth.
Especially the midwife and handmaid—these two were indispensable to that secret deception.
“Also locate every member of Greta Martin’s family. Kill them all in front of her eyes.”
Merche’s service in finding his most precious heir candidate could not be ignored. But the others were a different matter entirely.
Genovefa, who had just condemned an entire family to death with a single word, smiled only with the corners of his lips—his eyes devoid of warmth.
For the time being, the estate’s dungeons would reek of blood, filled with agonized screams begging only for death.
[This is the timeline separator]Days had passed since he’d been dragged, unconscious, into some dazzling palace and suddenly introduced to parents he’d never known.
Long before dawn broke, Lud lay wide awake, sleepless once again.
“Young Master… you must wash your face and prepare for your lessons.”
“…”
Lud wordlessly glared at the servant who’d brought his wash water.
Leaning against the headboard with his head turned sharply away, his foul mood was unmistakable at a glance.
“Young Master… the tutor for logic will arrive shortly…”
“Hey.”
“Y-yes?”
“If you’ve got eyes, look at the sky. The damn sun hasn’t even risen yet. Lessons? Do you just blabber nonsense out that hole in your face?”
It was the Head who had ordered the lessons… The servant, unfairly scolded, muttered tearfully, but Lud hurled his pillow against the wall with a crash.
The servant quickly ducked his head at the thud.
It was a miracle he hadn’t dropped the basin of wash water in his hands.
When the servant timidly inched forward again after confirming the pillow had hit the floor, Lud bared his teeth.
“Go ahead—if you want a bath, I’ll gladly pour this over your head. Nice and cool.”
His violet eyes gleamed with unmistakable malice, proving he meant it. The servant squeezed his eyes shut and cried out desperately.
“The Head specifically instructed: if you continue to be uncooperative today, you’ll receive no meals! Please, Young Master—this really is troubling…”
“…Ah. So what you’re saying is—if I don’t behave, you’ll starve me?”
Exactly. That’s precisely what he’d said. Lud gave a short, sharp laugh and tilted his chin upward.
His Adam’s apple bobbed once, twice—then a mocking chuckle filled the room.
After all, since arriving here, he’d been asserting himself constantly for days.
When told to rise early, he’d stubbornly stayed buried under the covers until the sun blazed overhead. Whenever tutors came, he’d driven them off with torrents of foul curses. He’d even wandered recklessly through the estate wearing nothing but a robe, refusing proper attire.
Now, whenever Lud passed by, servants and maids alike whispered among themselves:
How could someone like that be a noble? Is he really the Head’s son?
They trembled before him for fear he’d go on another rampage—but lately, even the so-called lower staff had begun looking down on him.
He’d even seen a few knights openly mutter “vulgar brute” within earshot.
With things deteriorating this badly, he could no longer pretend not to notice.
Finally, the Head had made his decision.
Though it pained him to treat his long-lost son this way, he would have to resort to somewhat forceful discipline.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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